Out.

Get out of this house,

Get out of this neighborhood,

Get out of this city,

Get out of this place.

Summer is ending.

So is my parent's marriage.

I wish I had time to stop and think about it, but time is the last thing I have.

I have homework, and packing, and work.

I have a move and commitments that I can't follow up on.

I have a loss of hope in an institution that's only ever shown me failure and seperation.

I'd like to belive in something and have one summer night where I remember I'm only 17 and the world does not rest on my shoulders.

But I can't, because I have too many things to do and not enough time.

I was happiest there.

I felt loved there.

Can I please be there again?